All human things are subject to decay,
And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:
This Gov found, who, like Augustus, young
Was call’d to empire, and had govern’d long:
In jhuggi and plush colonies , was own’d, without dispute
Through all the realms of Non-sense, absolute.
This aged prince now flourishing in peace,
And blest with issue of a large increase,
Worn out with business, did at length debate
To settle the succession of the State:
And pond’ring which of all his sons was fit
To reign, and wage immortal war with wit;
Cry’d, ’tis resolv’d; for nature pleads that he
Should only rule, who most resembles me:
Kepriwal alone my perfect image bears,
Mature in dullness from his tender years.
Kepriwal alone, of all my sons, is he
Who stands confirm’d in full stupidity.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Kepri never deviates into sense.